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' A rock?' Vanelee thought to himself, removing a piece of crumpled parchment from his travelling bag 'Who on Earth writes on rocks?'
"Matt!" the elf called, before the monk dissapeared from view "Why don't you use this parchment I have? All you need is a quill, but you can use a twig and mud if a quill isn't available."
Vanelee held out the parchment to Matt, fidgetting all the while with imaptience. He wanted to join Nina, who had walked off, because he didn't like the thought of her being alone and becuase he desperatley wanted ot finish what they had started.
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